Water tower is almost impregnable.
For most people, that is.
Shadow assassins are not most people.
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Xena sat meditating in the middle of the room, dressed in the watery gray rough cloak. She had always been petite.
Sitting in the grand room, she looks like a little doll placed on the altar to pay respect to the gods.
The sunlight glints off her brown wavy hair, sparkling shades of red.
Her mother had been most fond of these red sparkles in her hair, for that is the only part of her Xena resembles, Iris used to say.
However, now, they have become the mark by which she dies.
A finger width dagger flew straight at her head, right at the speed where it would even pierce the head of a tiger. A little girl's head ? no matter how hard, it could pass through front and back.
However, unlike the assassin expected, the body did not fall forward.
